I had taken over the dining room table. Not in a good way,but in that cliche 'modern living' way. When the table is no longer for eating meals with family and friends, a focus of good conversation and time spent with loved ones, but as a scattered desk. Not necessarily messy, but my course work had slowly crept over the bulk of the area. A laptop were the plate goes, a textbook sits where the napkin belongs, a pen and highlighter as utensils. Vases of flowers were actually bowls of post-its and stacks of brightly highlighted notes.
Waking up one morning, I walked down the stairs with my eyes on this large dining table that had become the exact opposite of what I wanted. I immediately walked out into my backyard with clippers in hand, determined to set the table. With no dinner plans in mind, no guests to impress, I spent the earliest part of my morning creating floral arrangements,setting out plates,utensils,and napkins. When the girls woke up,they twirled around my legs singing about a beautiful table and being hungry.
When my whirlwind of determination was over I stepped back to observe this newly created center of family. I was pleased. and hungry too. So I made the girls and I breakfast, sat down at the table with them, and enjoyed a beautiful,floral setting.